What Day Is It?

It's weird for me - Type A that I am - to have no real set agenda to my days or weeks. Sure, I have stuff that neeeds to get done; those boxes won't kick themselves and those funds need a little help to be raised. But in the grand scheme of things, if I do them Tuesday night or Thursday a.m., what's the difference?

To that end, I've been trying to set myself up on a schedyle. And for the most part it's working. Mon and Tue I do "research" on the biz plan. Wed and Thur I put the intel into writing. Friday, I chill the fuck out and have a beer with lunch at the Brew Pub.

Of course, all this would be slightly easier if I had an "official" framework offering structure. The floor manager position at a local hot-spot seemed almost a done deal. I was supposed to hear by today, but he's a tad flakey so... And CAFM manager - I so adore her! - has lined me up for an under-the-table gig that could be OhSoCool.

So, I guess the point is, three months in and I'm just finally comin 'round to the reality that I have a new reality I need to get jiggy with. May we live in interesting times...